Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1057 Torture
Kavvan looked somewhat bewildered.

"You two! Take this traitor out immediately! Find another doctor, and remember, find a reliable one! Keep an eye on him, and then give him the antidote!"

He vented his anger on the guard who had just entered the room and on Mahdi, who was pinned to the ground. Even after he stood up, he still kicked the guard hard.

This nearly caused Mahdi, who was already showing signs of poisoning, to catch his breath. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

"Yes, Captain!"

The guards had no idea what was going on, and they hadn't heard the crucial conversation at all.

Of course, if they heard Zahdi's name and knew he was a traitor, their expressions probably wouldn't be much better than Kafwan's.

After the guards carried Mahdi out, Kafwan paced back and forth in frustration for several minutes before finally kicking the hospital bed with a thud.

Song Heping could roughly guess what was going on.

Zahdi's identity seems to be quite special.

"What? Zahdi isn't just the head of intelligence, is he?"

Song Heping had no intention of being polite to Kafwan, or even to Afanti.

They themselves almost lost their lives because of the chaos within Persia, and they didn't even get angry; they themselves seemed even more devastated.

“Zahdi…”

Kavvan felt ashamed after being swept away by Song Heping's disdainful gaze.

"He is Afanti's nephew."

Kavvan shrugged and made an incredulous gesture.

"His parents were both soldiers who died in the Iran-Iraq War. He was raised by General Afanti from a young age, who also promoted him to head of the intelligence department... If this is true... the general must be very sad..."

"Fuck me!"

It must be said that Song Heping himself was a little surprised.

He was almost sold out by Afanti's own nephew.

"This nephew is really something. He even sold his own uncle."

He reached for his satellite phone and dialed Afanti's number.

"What? You caught him?"

Afanti, who had been waiting by the phone for a while, didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

Song Heping said, "That's right, we caught them. A doctor tried to secretly inject a high concentration of potassium chloride into my IV drip under the guise of changing my dressing."

"Are you alright?" Afanti asked hurriedly.

Song Heping said, "It's alright. I injected that medicine into his own body. If anything happens, it's his problem."

"That's good." Afanti breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "Who is it?"

“Dr. Mahadi,” Song Heping said, “Do you know him?”

“I know…” Afanti said, “a very senior doctor in the army hospital…”

He paused, then asked, "Who is the mastermind behind this?"

Song Heping coughed twice, his gaze sweeping over Kavvan in front of him. The latter quickly turned his head away, not daring to look directly at him.

"It's your nephew."

"My nephew?" Afanti's voice trembled slightly. "What?! My nephew?!"

"Do you have many nephews?" Song Heping teased. "How many nephews do you have working in the intelligence department of the Revolutionary Guard?"

Afanti immediately fell silent.

Song Heping remained silent.

The silence speaks.

After a long silence, Afanti said in a deep voice, "I'll be there right away."

After saying that, the call ended.

Song Heping put away the phone, sat back on the hospital bed, took off his hospital gown, and changed into the Persian army training uniform that Afanti had prepared for him.

He knew very well that Afanti, as the supreme commander of the Revolutionary Guard, would not show favoritism.

Even if this matter doesn't involve him, as long as he has betrayed the Revolutionary Guard, this guy will probably clean house.

There's bound to be a good show to watch later.

This was originally a matter for Persia's own internal affairs, and there was no need to interfere.

But it's different when it comes to your own situation.

The CIA is now looking for opportunities all over the world to eliminate itself.

It seems that my current location in Persia is not a good choice.

Team Leader Lei seemed to know something, but didn't want to say it outright, so he sent Qin Fei to give him a brief reminder.

Now I have a question.

If Lei knew this, why didn't he warn himself not to go to Persia earlier?

That's a real question mark.

But now that we're here, there's no going back.

If I leave Persia now, I can only go to South America.

Is South America safe now?

not always.

Venezuela is an option to consider.

However, the journey is long, and the longer one spends on the road, the greater the risk. Airplanes are not an option.

The road is impassable.

They can only travel by boat. If even the slightest word gets out, the Americans will probably send warships to bomb them to smithereens at sea.

Forget it.

Let's just go with the flow.

Song Heping vaguely sensed that Lei's reminder to him only after he had already set off for Persia and was in a difficult situation was meaningful.

The specific deeper meaning is still unclear.

Afanti is very fast.

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard outside the ward.

The door was quickly pushed open, and Afanti appeared in the doorway with his guards and attendants.

"Song, shall we go take a look together?"

"Hmm." Song Heping nodded. "Let's take a look."

He knew this was an invitation to observe their interrogation process.

As for the person to be interrogated, it's obvious to anyone with a brain that it's Dr. Mahathir.

I saw Dr. Mahadi again in a storage room at the end of the corridor on the first floor of the hospital.

A storage room is the perfect place to be used as an interrogation room. Just push the things against the wall to make room, put in a few chairs and a table, and it's ready to be used as an interrogation room.

Moreover, a hospital is also a very suitable place to convert a prison cell.

Those makeshift operating tables, once the white sheet is removed, become torture beds, perfect for waterboarding, or even injecting drugs or subjecting people to physical torture.

Surgical instruments and the like are readily available materials, used for brutal dismemberment and can be examined however one pleases.

Even before reaching the interrogation room, Song Heping could hear Dr. Mahadi's agonizing screams from the corridor.

Upon reaching the door, the guards, recognizing Afanti, immediately saluted.

"Open the door."

Nasreddin had a gloomy face and spoke very little.

The guard opened the door, and a strong smell of blood immediately filled Song Heping's nostrils.

Looking inside, he couldn't help but frown.

Dr. Mahadi was stripped naked, like a corncob with its husk removed, but this corncob was now somewhat damaged, messy as if it had been gnawed by a dog.

Song Heping glanced at his watch subconsciously.

I thought to myself that the Persians' interrogation methods were really crude and simple.

Less than twenty minutes have passed, and the person is already in such a state.

Several people in the interrogation room were wearing white coats. A guy with a full beard, wearing camouflage and a white coat, turned around and went straight to Afan when he saw him. He took off his blood-stained gloves and saluted.

Afan asked, "Did you confess?"

The doctor in the white coat nodded: "He confessed."

Nasreddin continued, "Who?"

The doctor in the white coat hesitated for a moment, but much better than Kafwan, and immediately gave a firm answer: "Zahdi, he only knows that Zahdi instructed him to do this because his daughter is sick and needs to be treated abroad. Zahdi promised to give him the best treatment and a large sum of money. By the way, there is a car parked two streets away from the hospital with fake passports and a bag of US dollar cash inside. I sent someone to check, and it all matches up. This guy wasn't lying."

Afanti said nothing more, just waved his hand and said, "I understand."

The doctor in the white coat asked, "What did he do?"

Afanti's expression remained unchanged; he merely glanced at the man in the white coat.

The latter immediately understood: "Yes, I know what to do, General."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the operating table.

Afanti didn't linger any longer and turned to leave in the direction of the hospital entrance.

After walking a few steps, I took out my phone and dialed a number.

Is Zahdi still at home?

"Yes, General, we have surrounded Zahdi's residence."

"Don't let a single mosquito escape, wait for me."

"Yes, General."

After the call ended, the group went out of the building, where the car was already waiting.

Afan picked up an SUV and waved to Song Heping: "Song, come along."

Song Heping laughed and said, "Your family affairs, why should I get involved?"

"This is not a family matter."

Afanti is very serious.

"This is war, it's a matter of national importance, and it's also your business."

Song Heping stopped refusing and got into the car.

The driver started the engine, and the headlights of the convoy turned on in unison, tearing through the darkness and illuminating a patch of light.

Soon, we left the hospital, crossed the street, and disappeared into the Tehran night.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)